From Bad to Worse. . . .

Update from the RE came this afternoon. My lone folly actually measured in at 14.9, according to the good doc. The nurse went so far as to say it was "not likely" that this is going to be our cycle, and wanted to know what we wanted to do. I am starting to surge on my own, so we can't just keep going with the meds and hope it grows -- whether we trigger tonight or not, I'm gonna ovulate this weekend. Since nothing we are doing is covered by insurance, though, it's a rather expensive shot in the dark to go ahead with the IUI. On the other hand, it IS still a shot -- and IUI is a better chance than the old-fashioned way (for us anyway).

Foolish or not, we are going to go ahead. If you are the praying type, send a few our way tomorrow morning. We may very well be throwing our money away, but we came this far. . .it's hard to imagine quitting while there's still a chance. At least if it doesn't work we will know we gave it our very best. I am waffling between being hopeful (after all, many stranger things HAVE happened), and being pessimistic (that way I won't be disappointed). Behind all of this, though, lies confusion -- and a growing sense of frustration.

Apparently, that's all that is growing around here.